It's been about four-and-a-half days now since I lost my cell phone the night of the Stranger Genius Awards party. That compulsive urge to grab the thing out of my pocket whenever I'm walking, or waiting, or, say, sitting at a bar—an urge that's probably present because I almost always keep the ringer off—has left, and the feeling of slight panic I'd experience when I'd reach for the thing and realize it wasn't there is fading. I can't stand talking on the phone; I always make plans and do much of my communication via text, but it always gives me an uneasy feeling when my phone isn't around me and charged. After more than 10 years with a cell phone, I've come to take its convenience completely for granted. This morning I logged into the Verizon site and suspended my account. Our two-year agreement has expired. I will leave my account suspended for at least 30 days. I don't have a home line. Only the internet, a laptop, and the phone that half of the web department shares at the office. Let's see what happens.